And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
It’s funny how things in life happen. Not many may remember this (some of you, who have only every been “blog” friends might not know at all) but before Mike and I got married, he had been pursuing a career as a firefighter. He had finished fire school & EMT school and was a certified firefighter and EMT on paper. Actually get a job in the field was the tough part.
At the time he went to fire school, it wasn’t long after 9-11, therefor, lots of people were trying to get a job in the field. After applying & testing at many different departments, and time lapsing, he realized it wasn’t going to become a reality. Lucky for us, he had gotten a job through a friend of ours and was doing good there (over seven years & counting and he’s still with the same employer).
Sometimes I think of what our life would be like today had he become a fire fighter though. Funny how life works out sometimes.